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Angel dust And angel lust Sleeping with false hopes Of trust Like coming down From ecstasy While the mother Fades off next to me. Finger nails And powder trails Forgetting about Larry's Cautionary tails, Of summers of bare chests And teenage *** Of young flowers Hung around our necks. Getting wasted Being tasted Growing up so rushed And hasted. Like selling out Our souls to space Innocence gone Without a trace.
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Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 3:00 AM UTC
Not kids anymore, baby
Angel dust And angel lust Sleeping with false hopes Of trust Like coming down From ecstasy While the mother Fades off next to me. Finger nails And powder trails Forgetting about Larry's Cautionary tails, Of summers of bare chests And teenage *** Of young flowers Hung around our necks. Getting wasted Being tasted Growing up so rushed And hasted. Like selling out Our souls to space Innocence gone Without a trace.
This is reality, baby.
angela-moreno
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Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 3:00 AM UTC
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